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It came to a point where Bennett wasn’t surprised about the weather turning against his favor. He’d been struck by lightning one too many times, and he slipped into more puddles than he would like to admit. The chill from Dragonspire would freeze him to his bones despite dressing warmly, and the winds would be so strong at times that they would blow away whatever bandages he was trying to apply to his injuries. Eventually, Bennett had gotten used to them, and he grew to expect them. Even preparing for these instances seemed to help him a bit better. He didn’t mind getting caught up in any bad weather. He mainly had a problem if someone else was caught in it with him.
The rain was blowing in his face, so Bennett had no choice but to keep his eyes closed. Even keeping a hand in front of his face hardly made a difference. The wind was howling in his ears so he couldn’t hear much of anything. There was no way he was going to make it back to the city at this rate. The thunder rumbled from above, and the flash of lightning made him jump as always. On instinct, he grabbed onto the one walking in front of him.
“Bennett!?”
He could barely hear Razor’s voice even if it was a shout. He lifted his head despite not being able to see the other through the rain. He could barely make out Razor’s gray hair and piercing red eyes, but holding onto him was comforting at the very least. “I’m okay!” Bennett replied with a shout of his own. “Don’t worry about me!”
Razor was quiet in response, or maybe Bennett didn’t hear what he said through the roaring winds. Razor didn’t try to pry his arms away, which was a good thing. Bennett didn’t want to be separated from him in weather like this —or at all, actually. So Bennett clung tighter to him despite the two of them being soaked to the bone. The clothes being drenched made it a bit difficult for Bennett to get a tight grip like he wanted, but he made do with what he could manage.
Eventually, Razor did unwrap his arms, but he quickly reached down to hold his hand. “There!” He shouted and pointed at something in the distance before sprinting in that direction, pulling Bennett along with him.
“R-Razor, wait!” Bennett tried to protest. Knowing his luck, he would trip and fall into a mud puddle, and he didn’t want to take Razor with him. Despite the rain making their hands slippery, Razor kept a tight grip as another clap of thunder was heard.
Bennett had to squint to see what Razor was running towards, and he could make out a faint shape in the dark. Another flash of lightning revealed the shape to be a small cabin a few ways away. Bennett almost wanted to cry in relief, but he held himself back. The cabin could be struck by lightning and burst into flames for all he knew, or it would collapse the moment they were inside. Despite that, Bennett wanted to take his chances.
When they got closer, they noticed there wasn’t a sign of any light inside. Bennett spotted the remains of a garden with some rickety fencing that was struggling to stay upright. There were some weeds growing around, and the spare planks strewn about were moldy and sodden. It seemed like the cabin had been abandoned, so Bennett felt a little less guilty about barging in to take shelter.
The door was unlocked, and the two of them pushed it open, resulting in a loud creak from the wood. Bennett released the sigh he was holding in as Razor closed the door behind them. “Man, what a downpour.” He said. Due to the lack of light, he couldn’t see anything, but he could hear Razor’s footsteps echo across the room.
Razor sniffed. “Should be safe here.” He said.
“That’s good to hear,” Bennett rubbed his arms. Now that he was out of the rain, he could take notice of how cold he was. “Wonder if there’s a fireplace we can light.”
“Here.”
He felt Razor grab his hand and pull him further into the room. Then, he was gently tugged to squat down, and Razor held his hand out. “Make fire here.”
Bennett saw the outline of a hole near the floor and assumed that was the fireplace in question. He exhaled and silently prayed that he wouldn’t set the entire cabin on fire. He concentrated elemental energy into his hand, feeling it run down his arm all the way to his fingertips. He also noticed Razor’s hand moving to hold his wrist, possibly so he wouldn’t get burned.
There was a small flame in his hand which illuminated only a bit of the room. It was only big enough to partially light Razor’s curious face. He saw raindrops on the tip of Razor’s nose and saw it dripping from his hair. Bennett turned back towards the fireplace in front of him which was thankfully made with stone and already had some firewood inside, and he flicked it inside.
Half of the room was lit in an instant, showing off their surroundings just a bit more. To their left was a table with a couple chairs along with a couple countertops and cabinets on the walls. To their right was a bed and a tall dresser along with an unlit oil lamp that sat on a bedside table. Next to the fireplace was a pile of extra firewood.
Bennett immediately sagged his shoulders at the heat and felt himself relax. “Thank the Archons,” He sighed with relief and leaned back. “We can wait here until the storm passes.” When he heard shuffling next to him, he turned, immediately lifting an eyebrow. Razor had pulled off his jacket and was in the process of peeling his shirt off. “Razor, what are you doing?”
“Can’t stay in wet clothes,” Razor huffed as one of his ears flicked. “Get sick.” Once the shirt was off, he vigorously shook his head in an attempt to dry his hair.
“Oh right. That’s a good point. . .” Bennett ducked his head, his hands pulling at his own shirt with a frown. He never undressed around other people that often, and most of the time, it was so Barbara could thoroughly make sure he was alright. The last time he did, a couple of his old teammates kept pointing out the scars on his body in a tone that Bennett could tell was condescending. He knew Razor wouldn’t do that, but it still made him nervous.
Well, he would probably get sick anyway, so it wouldn’t make a difference. But he didn’t want Razor to worry.
Bennett sat his backpack down and pulled the goggles out of his hair before pulling the shirt over his head. Next to him, Razor had already peeled off his socks and boots and laid them in front of the fireplace to dry. Bennett’s face flared up when he reached down to pull down his pants, and he quickly turned away. He fiddled with his own socks and shoes and set them aside. “Do you think there are extra blankets?”
Razor hummed and padded to one of the cabinets on the wall. Bennett’s fingers ghosted along the front of his shorts, hesitant about stripping further and wanting to believe that only taking off his shirt would be enough. But he knew Razor wouldn’t be convinced, so he adjusted himself to sitting on his knees to push them down his thighs.
Bennett heard a noise and lifted his head to see Razor’s eyes directly on him. He was holding a couple blankets, and his eyes quickly darted away, a faint pink tinge spread across his cheeks. Bennett quickly realized the position he was in, and his own blush darkened. Without wasting another second, he slipped his shorts off completely and laid them out next to his shirt. The two of them were in nothing but their underwear now, and that was Bennett’s limit. That seemed to be Razor’s limit as well.
“For you.” Razor held out one of the blankets, still averting his gaze, but Bennett took it from him and wrapped himself in it. The blanket wasn’t thick, but it helped keep the warmth in, and that was good enough for him. He did feel a little bad that it would get damp, but it didn’t seem like much of an issue when the fireplace was doing most of the work.
Razor wrapped himself in the other blanket and took his spot next to Bennett in front of the fireplace. Bennett brought his knees to his chest and tucked them under his chin. “Sorry you got caught in that storm with me.”
Razor shook his head. “I don’t mind.” He flicked one of his ears.
Bennett shrugged with a half-hearted smile before glancing over at him. He noticed that his hair was still wet and seemed to tangle in some spots. Bennett leaned over back to his still soaked bag to rummage through it. Fortunately, none of the contents seemed to be too damaged, only the sunsettias and the apples seemingly taking the worst of it. What he was looking for only seemed mildly damp at best: a hairbrush.
“Here, let me fix your hair,” Bennett offered. “It’ll get harder to deal with if it’s not taken care of.”
Razor played with one of the strands with a hum before nodding and turning around. Bennett quickly got to work, first targeting the tangles near the ends of Razor’s hair. Razor occasionally flinched and whined, but he otherwise remained still. There weren’t many tangles to undo, so it was quick work. What Bennett did notice is that Razor was looking at him. He tilted his head. “What is it?”
Razor didn’t respond, only turning around to face Bennett completely. He leaned forward, causing Bennett’s eyes to widen, before he grabbed the blanket that was over Bennett’s shoulders. He gently pulled it over Bennett’s head since it was big enough to do so. “Still wet.”
Bennett ducked his head sheepishly. His blush quickly darkened as he wasn’t expecting Razor to dip his head in the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply before he grumbled. “Rain washed your scent away.” He nuzzled the spot after the words.
“It’ll come back.” Bennett smiled more genuinely this time and reached up to pet one of Razor’s ears. Razor sagged in response, wrapping his arms around the adventurer with a soft growl. Bennett froze at the contact and looked down at the hair obscuring his vision. “Razor?”
Razor lifted his gaze and blinked at him, his head now resting on Bennett’s chest. The hairbrush was long abandoned. Bennett’s hand was still petting one of Razor’s ears and he hadn’t pulled it back. It hadn’t been the first time Razor was this physically close to him, but it was the first time they were physically close to each other and almost naked. Bennett was sure his heart would burst out of his chest, and he knew Razor could feel it, too.
When Razor moved closer again, Bennett assumed he was ducking his head in his shoulder once again. Instead, Razor leaned closer to his face with the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips. Bennett’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when that same tongue swiped at his mouth.
Razor sat back and tilted his head with a confused look on his face, as if licking Bennett’s lips wasn’t something strange. Bennett’s face was as red as the apples in his backpack, and he didn’t know why Bennett wasn’t returning the notion. “U-Um. . .” He stammered, still trying to find the words. “W-What was. . .”
Oh. He just didn’t understand. Razor was eager to explain. “What wolf mates do.”
“O-Oh. . .”
Bennett still didn’t look happy. He was fiddling with the edges of the blanket. Razor furrowed his brows with worry. “Don’t like it?”
Bennett quickly shook his head. “N-No, it’s not that!” He pulled the blanket tighter over his hair. “I-It’s just that. . . humans do something a little different with their mates.”
“How?”
This wasn’t how Bennett wanted his first kiss with Razor to go, but somehow he knew his bad luck wouldn’t leave that be, either. Razor still had a curious look on his face, obviously expecting him to show or tell what he meant. Bennett had to stop himself from groaning —he was embarrassed, but he didn’t want Razor to assume he didn’t want to. At that point, he didn’t think the night could get any worse. What difference would possibly ruining a friendship make?
Bennett scooted a bit closer and leaned in. Razor didn’t lean closer, but that was to be expected. Bennett sucked in a breath, deciding to rip the bandaid off, and he quickly pressed his lips against the other’s. Razor’s eyes obviously widened, his ears sticking straight up. Just as he got used to the feeling, Bennett pulled away and ducked his head again.
It took Razor a moment to realize the act wasn’t too foreign to him. He’d seen it a couple times when he visited the city. Knowing it was similar to what wolves do made it a bit easier to understand. But Bennett still looked a bit uncomfortable. Did that mean he didn’t like doing it? “Are you upset?”
Bennett shook his head again, the blush still on his face. “No, it’s just. . .” He scratched the back of his head. “I’ve been. . . wanting to kiss you for a while. . .”
Razor wasn’t familiar with the word, but he assumed that’s what the action was called. If they both wanted to, then what was the problem? Razor leaned forward, more confident than before. “I want to again.”
“W-What?” Bennett blinked at him.
“Again.”
Bennett couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to take advantage of Razor like this, and he didn’t want to think about what this would mean for them in the future. Maybe Razor was still a bit confused and he wouldn’t like it the second time. But Bennett had no way of knowing that for sure. If Razor wanted another kiss, maybe he wanted to make sure he did like it.
Bennett’s heart was beating loudly in his chest, and he placed a hand on Razor’s cheek, a touch Razor leaned into as if it were natural. It only made Bennett feel a bit more nervous, but he leaned in to press another kiss against Razor’s lips.
This one lasted a bit longer, and Razor didn’t seem like he was going to pull away. Instead, Razor seemed to return the kiss with vigor, learning quickly what to do. Bennett found a pair of hands grabbing his waist and felt himself being pushed back. He squeaked in surprise as the added weight pushed him to the floor with the kiss not broken. In fact, Razor seemed to deepen the kiss while making a space for himself between Bennett’s legs.
When they broke the kiss, Razor’s face was flushed pink once again. One of his ears twitched, and he had a look on his face that Bennett had never seen before. He couldn’t imagine how he looked to Razor. The blanket was surprisingly still over his head, and his hand was still on Razor’s cheek. His thumb stroked the faded scar gently. “Again?”
Razor quickly perked up. “Yes. Again.”
The next kiss was more aggressive than the previous. Razor’s grip tightened on his waist, and Bennett’s arms looped around his shoulders to pull him close. His stomach felt warmer by the second, and he knew it wasn’t because of the fireplace. He was sure Razor felt that same warmth as well because his leg shifted to brush against Bennett’s thigh. Bennett shuddered in response, jolting when he felt that same tongue swipe at his lips. Bennett opened his mouth with ease and a shiver went up his spine.
Razor’s tongue was stroking the roof of his mouth and was making sounds Bennett never thought he would hear before. One of Razor’s hands snaked into his hair and pulled his head back, getting a noise out of him in response.
Bennett was left breathless when they pulled away again. Razor was breathing heavily, his eyes still on Bennett’s lips. “It’s hot inside,” He patted his stomach. “Right here.”
Bennett flexed his fingers. “Yeah. I’m hot, too.”
“Feels. . . strange.” Razor’s ears flattened against his head.
“Is it bad?”
Razor shook his head. “No. It’s good. Very good,” That same hand then went to Bennett’s stomach. “Is it good for you, too?”
Bennett nodded. “Yeah. It’s really good.”
Razor’s hand went a bit lower, closer to the waistband of his underwear. “Can I. . . help you?”
Bennett didn’t want anything else. He guided Razor’s hand to slip underneath the elastic. “Yeah. Go ahead.”
Razor kissed him again before trailing his mouth to Bennett’s neck, leaving softer kisses and licks on the way. Bennett tilted his head back to give him more to work with, and he kept a gentle hand in Razor’s hair. He had to stop himself from flinching whenever his canines nipped his skin, and it became increasingly clear that was something Razor liked. Bennett found himself scratching one of Razor’s ears, and his eyes snapped open at the growl that followed. Razor must like that, too.
After a tiny trail of nips, Razor’s mouth found itself on Bennett’s left nipple, causing Bennett to visibly jump. Razor lifted his head. “Does it hurt?”
“N-No,” Bennett replied. “It doesn’t hurt, I promise.”
Razor’s eyes trailed down to the scars across his body, spotting a rather small cut under his belly button. He ran a thumb against it and narrowed his gaze. “Pretty.”
Bennett averted his gaze. “I’ve never heard anyone call a scar pretty.”
“Every part is pretty.”
Bennett used the blanket underneath him to cover his face with an embarrassed whine. He never knew how Razor could say stuff like that with a straight face.
Razor’s eyes went to the obvious bulge in Bennett’s underwear. “Your scent is sweet here.” He slid that same hand down to it. When the heel of his palm touched the tip, Bennett couldn’t stop a moan from slipping past his lips. Razor perked up at the sound, watching the blush on Bennett’s face darken before he looked down again. The way Bennett twitched underneath the fabric made his mouth water, and curiosity took over.
After sliding the briefs down his legs and over his shoulders, Bennett was completely bare. His cock sprang up once it was released, and Razor couldn’t help but stare. It was a bit smaller than his own, and the tip was flushed red, but that didn’t stop him from being mesmerized. His gaze traveled lower to Bennett’s twitching hole, and he felt another surge of heat in his belly. He wanted to know how that would feel.
Razor bent his head down with his tongue peeking out from between his lips. Bennett jumped when he felt a wet stripe and scrambled to sit up on his elbows. “D-Don’t lick there!”
Razor ignored him and kept his tongue where it was. It was a different taste but a taste he liked. Besides, he liked hearing the noises out of Bennett’s mouth, and they seemed to encourage him. The heat in his stomach was like a boiling pit that seemed to grow hotter and hotter the more he licked. He thought he enjoyed that feeling more than he should, but he was going to keep indulging himself.
Bennett had a hand in his hair while he was biting his fist to try and muffle the noises out of his mouth, but it was futile. He wasn’t expecting Razor to be that good with his tongue, especially because it was his first time. He could hear thunder rumbling outside, and he hoped that lightning wouldn’t strike and set the cabin on fire. He ruffled Razor’s hair and squirmed. “W-Wait. . . Not like this. . .”
“Like this?” Razor lifted an eyebrow.
Bennett gently swatted him away and turned to lay on his front, now facing away from him. He reached towards his previously abandoned backpack and rummaged through it to find what he was looking for: a bottle of ointment he used for his scars. It wasn’t the best replacement, but it would make do for the time being. He turned around to hand the bottle to Razor. “Use this,” He said. “It’ll. . . It’ll make it easier.”
Razor blinked at him, clearly unsure of what to do, so Bennett spoke again. “You put it on your fingers. And then. . . you stretch me out. . .”
Razor looked down at his hand and then to Bennett’s hole before putting the pieces together. The ointment was slicker than he remembered when he poured it on his fingers. He closed the bottle and set it aside so it wouldn’t spill —he assumed Bennett would need it for later. With his free hand, he pulled one of Bennett’s legs aside to give himself more room. He brought his middle finger to Bennett’s rim and slipped it inside.
It was warmer than he expected, but he noticed Bennett tense up and scrunch up his nose. “Does it hurt?”
“N-No,” Bennett shook his head. “Just kinda weird. Y-You can keep going.”
Razor nodded and began moving that finger. He saw Bennett’s face begin to relax, which he saw as a good sign as he turned his attention back to his task. Each movement gave a small squelching noise to add to Bennett’s shaky breathing, and Razor took that as a sign that he was doing a good job. Bennett kept an arm flung over his face with his head tilted back, pawing at the blanket with his free hand. He shuddered when Razor added a second finger and moved it along with the first.
Bennett was also pretty like this. Razor liked that he could make Bennett look like this. He liked watching his fingers slide in and out with ease, how every movement seems to bring out a new noise he’s never heard before. Razor liked it a lot.
Razor added a third finger and crooked them upwards, and the whimpers out of Bennett’s mouth turned into a more lewd moan. Razor immediately perked up. He must have hit a spot that made Bennett feel good. When he pressed it again, Bennett spasmed on the blanket, only confirming his suspicions.
“I-I think. . . it’s okay now. . .” Bennett squirmed underneath him with a mewl. “Y-You can. . . put it in. . .”
It took Razor a couple seconds to figure out what “it” meant before he nodded and slipped his fingers out. He grabbed his own underwear and pulled it down his legs, flinching when his cock was freed. He saw Bennett’s eyes widen at the sight, and Razor felt his face heat up more than it already was. There was still some ointment on his hand, so Razor used the rest of it to slick himself up. Whatever ointment stuck to him was wiped on the blanket before he pushed Bennett’s legs up to position himself.
Bennett’s voice rose an octave, and Razor was immediately met with a wet tightness surrounding him. He ducked his head with a groan as Bennett was gripping the blanket so tight, his knuckles were turning white It was an unusual feeling, one the two had never felt before, but it was a welcomed one.
Razor nuzzled his cheek when he noticed the tense look on Bennett’s face. “Are you okay?”
Bennett nodded. “Y-Yeah,” He replied shakily. “Just. . . Just gimme a sec, okay? Gotta get used to it.”
Razor shared the sentiment. Bennett’s walls were warm and tight and pulsing around him, but it didn’t stop the arousal coursing through his veins. His hands went to Bennett’s hips to keep them both steady. Any and every shift from either of them received a moan from one or both of them. Razor’s ears flattened against his head with a whine. “Can I move? Please?”
Bennett sucked in a breath. “Yeah. G-Go. . .”
Razor pulled out halfway before thrusting back inside with a deep groan. Bennett tilted his head back with a pleased sigh, his face beginning to relax. Razor didn’t know what pace he set, but he knew he didn’t want to stop. Both of Bennett’s arms were back around his neck, one of them threading fingers in his hair as he moaned in Razor’s ear.
One particular thrust had Bennett yanking his hair in response. He was about to spit out an apology before Razor moaned in his chest just as a loud clap of thunder was heard outside. Bennett blinked at him. “Razor?”
The next thrust was a hard jab into his prostate that made Bennett’s eyes go wide. He held onto Razor tighter with a groan, and Razor had a tighter grip on his waist. “So good. . . Want more. . .” He bit the corner of his mouth with another whine.
The second he moved faster, he lost his rhythm, quickly losing himself in pleasure. Bennett wasn’t faring any better as all he could do is lay there and take whatever Razor was giving him. His legs were wrapped around Razor’s waist to pull him close. He didn’t know if he was hot from the ecstasy or the fireplace, but Razor always commented on how warm he was —probably due to his Vision— but that was nothing compared to the heat he was currently feeling. He could feel it tightening in his stomach like a coil waiting to snap.
“Mine. . .” Razor’s voice was thick with arousal, a growl rumbling from his throat as he nipped at Bennett’s skin. “Bennett. . . mine. . .”
Bennett moaned at the words and lolled his head to the side as his hips were lifted in the air. He felt dizzy and overwhelmed and way too hot. Razor was relentless with his pace, getting louder and rougher by the second. It got to a point where Bennett had to pull him down to smash their lips together, and Razor was happy to respond.
The coil in his stomach snapped without warning as Benett came over both of their stomachs as he arched off of the floor. Razor’s voice also went a higher octave at the sudden tightness, but he didn’t stop moving, not until he reached his own end a few moments later. Bennett spasmed at the feeling and held him tighter.
The two of them were shaking in each other’s arms, the only sounds in the room being their heavy pants and the light crackling of the fireplace. Razor nuzzled the crook of his neck with a softer rumble in his throat, almost like a purr if he was able to do that. “Feel good?”
Bennett gave a shaky nod in return. “Yeah. It felt really good. Did you feel good, too?”
“Yes.” Razor slowly propped himself up on his elbows as one of his ears twitched. He pecked Bennett’s nose before looking down at the mess between their stomachs. “We should clean up.”
Bennett hummed a response before grabbing a corner of the blanket and doing just that. He had to stifle a moan when Razor pulled out which only added to the mess. Before he had the chance, Razor took another corner of the blanket and began wiping between his thighs. “Thanks.” He said with a smile.
Razor perked up before returning his eyes to his task. “Must take care of mate.” Bennett flushed at the words.
Even though the blanket underneath them was soiled, there were extras to spare. Bennett promptly wrapped himself in another one once they were as clean as they could be, but he quickly found himself in Razor’s arms being carried to the bed. “Floor is uncomfortable,” He said. “Bed is better.”
Bennett wasn’t going to argue. He might wake up stiff the next morning if he slept on the floor. The mattress wasn’t the best, but he had slept on worse. At the very least, he would be warm and dry.
Razor soon had a blanket of his own and settled next to him, nuzzling the top of his head with that same rumble in his throat. Bennett snuggled up to him with ease and felt himself drifting off. The rain had turned into a small pitter patter against the window, and the warmth from the blanket and Razor’s arms was enough to put him to sleep.
Razor was the first to awaken the next morning, his internal clock making it so he woke at sunrise. He could see the first rays of sunlight peeking in through the window, indicating that the storm had long passed and the weather was clear once again. A part of him worried about how his wolf pack fared throughout the night, but he was confident they found shelter and were all safe and sound.
So instead, he turned his attention to the adventurer laying next to him. Bennett was asleep as if he was dead to the world, but he looked as peaceful as ever. Bennett buried his face in the blanket and snuggled closer to him, causing Razor to smile. He reached up to brush hair out of Bennett’s face, which caused him to stir in response. Eventually, his eyes fluttered open, and he blinked sleepily. Bennett rubbed one of his eyes with a yawn and sat up, turning to the window. “Oh, the weather’s nice again,” He turned to Razor with a smile. “Sleep well?”
Razor nodded. Bennett petted his hair with a giggle. “Our clothes should be dry now. At least the fire didn’t go crazy while we were asleep,” He looked at his backpack still on the floor. “Right. My fruit’s gone bad, too. I need to replace it.”
“I will do it,” Razor nuzzled his cheek. “I will hunt.”
“You sure?”
Razor hummed and pecked his cheek sweetly, and Bennett couldn’t help but blush. It wasn’t until he crawled to the edge of the bed when he noticed the dull ache in his back. The memories of last night came rushing back to him, and his face burned brighter. He quickly shook off the blush before Razor could notice, and he half-limped across the room to where their clothes remained in front of the now empty fireplace. He spread his hand across his shirt. “Sweet. It’s dry.”
“Are you hurt?”
Bennett turned with a lifted eyebrow. There was concern spread across Razor’s face. “You are limping,” He said. “Did I hurt you?”
The adventurer shook his head again. “No, this is normal,” He said. “I’ll be better before you can blink.” To prove his point, he bounced back to his feet with a grin. It seemed to make Razor feel a bit better. “Oh, I should probably get back to the guild. My dads are probably worried about me.”
“I’ll take you.” Razor got to his feet, and Bennett noticed his slight wobble as he stood. Clearly, Bennett wasn’t the only one still feeling the effects of the night before, but he wasn’t going to say it out loud.
Once the two of them were dressed, Bennett barely had the chance to grab the door handle before he was pulled back into Razor’s embrace, and another kiss was pressed to his lips. Despite the surprise, Bennett responded with ease and closed his eyes, leaning further into Razor’s touch.
When they pulled away, Razor had a determined look in his eyes. “I want that again,” He said. “Last night. I want that.”
Bennett blinked at him with wide eyes. “O-Oh,” He chuckled sheepishly. “Well, you said I was yours, right? I’m not gonna say no.”
Razor’s ears perked up judging from the movement under his hood, and Bennett had to stop himself from snorting. He gently pried Razor’s arms away and opted to hold his hand instead as he opened the door. The sunrise was still visible in the distance, and for once, Bennett was going to focus on how his bad luck might ruin the morning. Instead, he was happy that his bad luck led to something he never thought he would have.